The Mafia Boss Obsession (Lust or Love)

Chapter 2

(Sean)

I booked a room last night at that club for the first time in my life. Just to give that sexy Latina lady a show for the entire night. My c**k needed that.

I had her, I stripped that tight dress off her body and let it fall on the floor. Her body was built like a dream. I gave her round booty a solid smack before tossing her onto the bed.

She moaned about how good I looked. I didn't return the compliment, I never do.”

“It looked tight, juicy, and ready to be devoured. Her p***y was already swallowed, popped and pink, just the way I like it.”

Groans escaped my throat, but I held them back. “I didn't want to give her the satisfaction.”

Rooms make me strip. I was naked in bed, hard and ready. Her eyes widened when she saw my c**k. She actually drooled.

“I didn't want to see her face, so I flipped her onto her stomach, spread her tight apart, and squeezed her ass like warm buns.

I slid the rubber on, it was already in my hand. She gasped. My hands pried her open, and I eased inside. Not tight, not loose, just perfect.”

“I pushed it all in, hit something soft and bumpy, and a hard groan tire from her lips. Maybe it was her hot spot. Fuck.”

“Then it hit me.”

“Machado Lorenzo.”

His name explo

ded in my head like a slap.

“I lost it, pressed her neck into the bed and started thrusting like a mad man.”

In seconds, it felt like I was f*****g a corpse.”

“I froze. “s**t” I muttered.”

Flinched off her.

“She coughed and wheezed.”

“I'm sorry, I said, slipping on boxes.”

“She sobbed.”

“Shit.” They hunt me down but can't handle me.”

“I'm sorry I repeated, frustrated and irritated.

Why the f**k did his name have to pop up now?” right when I was about to drain my damn b*lls?

“I hate the name so much.”

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“It's morning now, I have got nothing to do except to watch a match in the afternoon.

“I'm starving.”

After a shower, I wiped the water off with a towel and walked naked into my spacious en-suite bedroom, glass wall on all sides.

“I smell my favorite coffee. A dark espresso. The same kind my mom used to make every morning before I left for school. I miss her. I miss them both but she was my favorite.”

I put on my comfortable loungewear. “I'm not planning to go out and walk out of the bedroom.”

My penthouse has a private pool outside. I always end up in it when I struggle to sleep.

“I have a private chef. Male. Total blonde, clear blue eyes. Clean face.

Not my height, I'm too tall for him. Honestly, I used to think guys couldn't look cute. But he's cute. Once he told me I have got a lion-face. He said Carl looks like a Jaguar. Carl actually blushed like he'd just been complimented by his celebrity crush.

“Oh, that explains it. “Why didn't I catch on sooner.”

“Good morning boss, " he said as soon as he saw me walk in.”

“When will you stop calling me “boss?” I snapped. I'm not anyone's boss. I hate the title.

“His name is Ben. Around 178 cm, slim build. I walked to his side and grabbed the truffle he made. “

He's cute. “I won't lie. Especially when he tries to hide his blushes. Maybe he fancy me. Once he caught me naked after I stayed out by the pool until sunrise.”

“He doesn't stay here but he has full access. He knows my full schedule in the mornings alone.”

“How are you doing?” I asked, trying to catch his eyes. But he won't meet mine.”

“Are you gay?”

He nearly dropped the kitchen clothes. Look up at me, ears turning red instantly. His pale white skin makes my light caramel skin look darker when we're next to each other.”

I stepped away from him, grabbed my espresso, sat at the other side of the kitchen island, and gave him a stare.

“I'm waiting.”

“f**k. I'm impatient.”

“Are you gay?” I repeat, taking a sip. Maybe he thinks I'm going to fire him. “Carl told me last night he's gay. Thought you two would be perfect for each other, if you're into men.”

I kept eating while staring at him. My chef is mute.”

“Ben's reserved.” But he talks when he's comfortable. Right now, he's silent, just cleaning up.”

I got quiet too and ate the lovely breakfast he made.

“Later, I walked away from him.”

Carl said he doesn't have a type. That Ben’s cute kitty-face would be perfect. They're both reserved, good looking and composed.”

A dark Jaguar and a white blonde kitty. Perfect. I'm their cupid. I'll bring them together at my house, then run off so they can bond, fall in love, do whatever.”

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“I reached my golf room, my practice zone. Even after 10 years as a pro, I still train alone at home.

I wasn't sporty. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, until I found golf. I started as a cleaner on the golf course.

“Nobody thought I could make it. But I did, I shoved success in their faces.”

“I've won more awards than I can count.”

“He's the most. He's the most well known Mafia Machado of Cosa Notro.” Shit.”

“Machado Lorenzo….” My foot. My head needs to stop bringing up that f*****g name.

“I hate it,” I hate him. I hate everything.”

“f**k,” I growl, pinching my face in frustration.” I threw the damn golf on the fall and stormed off.

“ I need to swim.”

_______

Hours Later.

“The golf course”

Everyone was happy to see me. “All I heard was ladies screaming.

“I'm in a white golf attire. Black cap, black gloves. Good sticks in my hand. Lining up my shot.”

Two meters to the whole.

“I tightened my grip. Steady my stance___ Machado Lorenzo…. What the f**k? Is the name hunting me right now?”.

“s**t I muttered then struck the ball.”

“Yes.”

Crowd cheers. f**k the name, it's not important to me.

It's almost five. I'm ready to win and leave with a sexy lady.

“Tonight, I want my MILF. Maybe I need to stop f*****g young ladies. I need hot mom's now.”

We walked to the next position under the hot blazing sun. My cap shaded my handsome face. My caddie—- he's new, petite—-- is trotting behind me with the heavy bag. His problem, not problem. He chose to be a caddie.

“I walked fast. Let him try to keep up. It's fun watching them pant like dogs. Maybe that's why they all quit. I know I'm too much—-- but I enjoy it.”

“When we arrived, I told him to clean off my golf stick.”

“He's clumsy as hell. Drop it.”

“What are you doing?” Pick it up.” He just stared at me until I spoke, now he's cleaning it—--- badly.”

I want my caddie to love my stick. Take care of it. I mostly used one, but I switch now and then.

“He's new. I'll let it slide for now.”

I gesture for him to hand it over.

Take my stance again. “I have already put on sunscreen but the sun feels like it's burning into my damn bones.

“I calculated the shot. The audience is holding their breath.”

Then I heard him whisper. “You got this.”

“I gave him a death stare. He gulps

“Back off.”

Why the hell is he so close to me?’

“I hit the ball. It rolls. I followed it on the big screen.”

“Yes.” I mutter and thrilled.”

Game's over.